Food for Thought

On campus at PSU, we have a subterranean all vegan hipster cafe called “Food for Thought.” Their mission is to “Serve food, art, and education. Aside from having a really steep, big wheelchair ramp leading to it’s entrance that I’ve wanted to roll down in a swivel chair for a while, I payed this bastion of self-loathing and tight, uncomfortable mismatched “vintage” clothing no thought.

Until today. Today I had the joys of failing my first test, digging a gigantic berm, and plotting my death at the hands of vegetarians.

Food for Thought is holding open mic nights on Tuesdays, for music, art, commentary, or poetry. Being an aspiring poet myself, I leapt at the idea. I consider Haiku a pastime of mine.

I haven’t selected the finalists for my performance, but these are some of my haikus: